I seen that cheese and that-air knife gone, and I was so mad
I figgered Pd go and beat on me some nigger-meat. But my
wife, she said, "Naw, Harris, naw, hit ain't nuthen." And
I said, " God-a-mighty, nuthen, and money tight lak hit is."
But I didn't go. I oughter gone/' he said meditatively. He
spat, a tiny, hissing stream that flicked brightly on the stone.
"I oughter broke his black neck," he declared.
" All right," Mr. Munn said, " but why didn't you tell me
Trevelyan spread his great red hands on his knees and ap-
peared to be studying them. Then he looked up at Mr.
Munn and answered; "I ain't one to be crossen no crick
a»fore I come to hit."
"You should've told me at first," Mr. Munn said, remem-
bering the wife. "You should've trusted me."
" Mebbe," Trevelyan replied.
When Mr. Munn asked what time he got home that after-
noon Trevelyan said he didn't know exactly, but it was the
middle of the afternoon. Duffy's body was found just before
dark, lying in the buckberry bushes. He had been dead
some little time, but there had been plenty of time, Mr.
Munn decided, for somebody to steal the knife off the table
and meet Duffy on the road and kill him and rob him.
" You should have told me sooner," Mr. Munn said, " and
I might have had a chance to do something, find the knife
or something. Now I got till nine o'clock in the morning."
He stopped reflectively. "You sure you don't know that
nigger's name? The one you saw," he demanded.
"Naw," Trevelyan answered. "But he's one of them
liro on Mr. May's place. Or round thar. Them niggers
OTO" thar's all mixed up, kin and all."
Mr, Mmm turned to the door and called for Mr. Dickey
to come and let Mm out. While Mr. Dickey fumbled with
his keys, Mr. Munn stepped to the spot directly in front of
Timlyin, and said, "I'll do what I can." He put out his
band; and with a slightly bewildered expression, Trevelyan
took k "So long," Mr. Munn added, and went out